I've started doing something that, if it was presented to a psychiatrist I'd probably be prescribed some kind of coping drug.
No, I'm not drinking again. That's behind me.
I worked way too hard to quit smoking to pick it up again.
I'm too much of a coward to experiment with drugs.
I realising how much of a demisexual I am so, coping with sex is out of the window. Even masturbation requires a certain kind of porn.
Eating, well, I've unlearned (or at least I think I have) my internalised fatphobia so I've worked through any kind of unhealthy relationship with food.
So none of those... But it isn't "recommended". Perhaps even raises concern.
But it gives me relief! GOOD GOD it gives me relief...
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